Ten days ago or thereabouts, I wrote a prequel to this post, Training It. In it, I suggested that folks like me yours truly (because I don’t know the proper I/me grammar with that), North Americans raised with little hands-on exposure to the wider world around them, couldn’t fully appreciate an optimally functioning transit system.
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[Car proud, car envy. But so much more! New to these serial pages? Catch up, part I & part II].
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“But she’s so self-righteous about it!” Avrum claims, and gets all incensed at my eye-roll. Yes, eye-roll, “I am not! That’s bullshit!”
Too easy.
Not to generalize but, in my experience, those who drive Teslas tend to portray themselves as, how to put this kindly, planetary saviours? They could be racing down the road, tossing fast food wrappers out the window as they go, rolling over endangered turtles and knocking spotted owls from the air and still claim the mantel of climate warrior. My Other Car Is A… Are you f’n kidding me? What other car?! Continue reading
For anyone who’s followed the travails of the King Street Transit Corridor (aka ‘The Little Pilot Project That Could!’), last week’s report from the Toronto Star’s Lex Harvey about the lawless and negligent disregard and disrepair that’s now rampant along the run of it, the news comes as little surprise.
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